Just the first mock up of a song we're putting together.............I think our reach may be exceeding our collective grasp....Will update it as it regresses
Peak: #296 (261,284 songs currently in Rock)
Peak in sub-genre: #16 (4,819 songs currently in Garage Rock)
September 07, 2009
MP3 4.0 MB, bitrate 84 kbps.
jerg ripp © 2009
Story behind the song
It's about poor white trash finding an oasis in their otherwise miserable lives........
I say to her "the odds are 100 to 1
Friday nights will never be as fun
The way Friday nights were when we were young"
"Lately I've been running out of hope
Sick and tired of chasing my own ghost
Swear I'd hang myself If I had enough rope"
She say" I disagree the odds are better than even
There's still something out there we can believe in
Broken prayers lay unspoken On your tongue
Take me down to the scene of the crime
Buy me a bottle of fortified wine
And I will be your Drunken valentine
Let's walk 20 blocks It's really not that far
To a place they call The Margins
It's my favorite whiskey bar
The pours are long And the jukebox songs
Sound all right
Take me down to the margins
Dance me round all night
Another month came and went
Another G.A. check already spent
Landlords waiting for the rent
Time to run up a brand new tab
Later on I'll make a sh** faced stab
And hail us down a taxi cab
Take us twenty blocks, It's really not that far
To that place called the Margins
It's our favorite whiskey bar
The pours are long and the jukebox songs
All sound just right
Park your cab and hit the "off duty" light
Papa said "son you gotta pay to play"
Money is made to be spent"
So I lived life hour by hour day to day
still don't know where the time went
Lately I been willing to place an outside bet
Maybe, just maybe our ship hasn't come in yet
No need to be forgiven and I'll live with my regrets